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I will stand at my guard post, High above in the tower; Watching for the Lord of Host Vigilant with each hour. I will stand watch on the wall, For seeing what He will say; Careful enough not to fall, With answers from whence I pray. So what answers will I get, Knowing I made a complaint; Maybe angered that I fret; Not saying it like a saint. Then the Lord sent me His Word, Write the vision making clear; Everything that is heard, With having nothing to fear. The vision did not yet pass, But it hurries towards your soul; As sand in the hourglass, In trying to reach their goal. His answer never a lie, Even if maybe delayed; But not for us to ask why, No need for to be afraid. It will certainly go on, But it will not be too late; It could be in early dawn, But unrevealed is the date. Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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